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"I don't think I want to do it with you again. It's scary."

"You could feel me inside you?" Nate seemed to know the answer to that already. Mary dropped her long lashes and gave a short nod.

"Yes. You were touching me. Way up." She trembled and hugged her arms across her tits. Suddenly, she was the shy little girl again. She'd acted like an animal only moments before and couldn't believe it. What had come over her? Had Nate's hard cock done all that? She was afraid that maybe it had. But it had been his kisses, too, his gentle caresses. He'd led her into it as expertly as if she had been a more to be broken.

"You never come?"

"Only when I want to. This way I can have you again." He touched her neck. "Like right now."

"Ohhh, I don't want to. I…"

But before she knew it, Nate had pushed her down on the sofa again and was licking his way up one of her thighs. She struggled, hoping that her come would have dulled her desires. But soon Nate's mouth was pressing wetly against her plump, juicy twat. He sucked her harder, pushing his tongue through the broken place in her cherry.

Now that she was no longer a virgin, the slurpy friction of his mouth seemed more intense somehow. She worked her hips around, unable to shut out the pleasure. She gasped with enjoyment, rubbing her young slit up and down against Nate's chin and teeth.

"God! Ohhhhh, wow! Ohhhhh, I didn't think I could get excited again…"

"You were built for loving," Nate whispered, burrowing his mouth into her a little deeper. The suction of her velvety lips against his cheeks made Mary know that her body was responding as if she had never had any control of it at all.

"Uhhhh, Nate! There… right there! Ohhhhh, lick me there!" Twisting, rocking her ass wildly, Mary caught at her lover's hair. "Harder… yessss! Ohhhh, God, yessss!"

But just when she thought she'd come, Nate stopped and looked up into her face. She was weak with want. Like before, all she could think of was touching him. Of having him touch her.

"Come on," he grinned, "your turn to do the work."

He lay on his back on the carpet, his stiff cock jerking upward from his belly every few seconds. Mary groaned and slipped off the sofa. She was confused, not sure of what he wanted. But she knew what she wanted!

Straddling him, she reached between her thighs to find his cock. With trembling fingers, she held it against her cunt and began to back down on the hot shape. The head went into her much easier than before. With a quick snap of her hips, she skewered herself halfway. Another rocking movement let her feel him bump that firm little spot so deep inside her belly. That was her womb. She knew it was.

"Ahh, ahhhhh, Nate!"

Mary let her small tits brush back and forth across Nate's chest as she fucked herself upon his stiff cock. He smiled, his hand behind his head. She licked his mouth, then kissed it. It was as if she'd known how to kiss all along, but the knowledge had been kept from her. Now that Nate had touched her in the right places, she was suddenly an expert.

"Mmmmmmm, that's so nice and deep and hard! Ohhhh, Nate, I didn't dream fucking would be like this."

Mary was amazed, too, at the way she was learning to control her muscles. She could push herself down over Nate's lovely cock and then tighten her pussy until she trembled all over. Nate's face would change, too, so she knew it was having an effect upon him.

But more than anything, it was having an effect upon her. Her sexual life had been a shy, dreamy game before. She'd been a child, almost too afraid to dip her fingers into the slick, fevered secret of her own cunt. And now, suddenly, she was taking a hard cock deep inside her teenage body. It was as if a flood of trapped emotions had broken through a dam. She'd never expected such pleasure from life. And now that she was enjoying it, it was impossible to slow down.

"Ohhhh, damn it, Nate, I'm gonna come again! Yuuuuhhhh!"





CHAPTER FIVE




Mary didn't know how long she'd been asleep. She only felt the soft bed under her and knew that Nate had carried her in his arms into his bedroom. She remembered his kisses then as he'd whispered his admiration. How many times had she come? Three? No, it was four, the last time with him on top again, plowing and stabbing her until she'd forgotten her name, until she'd lost all sense of place and time and meaning.

Yes, she was remembering more. How she'd gone crazy and grabbed his still-rigid cock. She hadn't done anything with it. She'd just grabbed it and stared at that swollen tip, so blue and spongy, at the bunched foreskin and delicate veins. Nate hadn't come one single time. Mary blinked and opened her eyes. She felt thoroughly ravished. But as she came awake, her anxiety returned. Where was Nate? What was going to happen to her next?